by David D. Levine
$0.99 (Short Story) ISBN 978-1-61138-229-7
Wind from a Dying Star by David D. Levine (short story) is a far-future tale of humanity’s descendants, struggling to survive in a universe that is running down, and the lone survivor of ancient humanity who helps them to recall their past.
Praise for Wind from a Dying Star:
“The very promising David D. Levine writes in “Wind from a Dying Star” of a… return, by humans become energy beings, to the place of their birth as a species; it’s impressive how tellingly human Levine makes radically distanced states of nostalgia and irretrievable loss.” —Locus
“‘Wind from a Dying Star’ by David Levine… posits that humanity will change itself to energy but that even that change will not dissipate a yearning for home before that home is destroyed…. [One of] the more interesting entries in this anthology.” —Science Fiction Chronicle
“Mr. Levine does an admirable job of bringing this tale to life and drawing the reader in. A homecoming tale that is sure to tweak a few emotions.” —Tangent Online
Finally a field of zeren appeared at the edges of perception. It was small, and thin, but it was here and it was what they needed. They spread over it eagerly, reveling in the zeren’s sweetness. Gunai was too tired to protest when Enaji channeled some of the energy he’d gathered to her; too tired to compliment Teda when she did the same for Old John. They were all too tired, too hungry, to notice the wolves that circled the field.
They came knifing in from the dark of space, three hard black needles that cut through the tribe with inhuman screams. They lacked intelligence and intuition, but their natural abilities and instincts had been honed by eons of competition with the humans who had copied their bodies, and their hunger was sharp.
The first took Rael, piercing her through the center and carrying her away in one piece. Her cries were cut short before she was out of range. The second came at Gunai, but she dodged and lost only a few percent of her mass to the wolf’s raking fields.
The third hit Teda. Hit her hard, tearing away a huge part of her substance. She pinweeled, screaming in agony, fields and mass spewing into the vacuum.
The shock of the impact ran through Gunai, hurting her more than the injury she herself had just suffered. She hurried to Teda’s side, shielding her from the wind with her body, soothing her with strokes and healing energies. Teda’s screams became whimpers, then began to fade.
“Here they come again!” cried Enaji.